The Dancer & the Bad Boy

chapter 2

1 week later

"Come on Chloe! Time to meet your duet partner." Coach said.

"But I just got here!" I protested, pointing to my dark denim jeans and white crop top. "I'm not even ready!" I said pinching my braid.

"You have to meet him! It's been a week." Coach argued back

"Fine!" I groaned, stomping my flats over to the door.

I stopped and looked through the window, that was us. The duet performing was the old routine that Blake and I were supposed to perform at the Holiday Showcase when we were 14 & 15. I huffed and crossed my arms.

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"Chloe, meet your dance partner, Blake Johnson." Coach said proudly

My head snapped up. That name. That damned name brought back so many memories, the good and the bad.

"No.." I whispered "Coach, I want a new partner." I told her

"No time Chloe. I'll leave you two alone for a minute." She said and walked off.

"Wow. Long time, no see huh?" Blake said, looking down at me through his dark eyelashes.

He looked about 6'3 and had gotten very muscular. It seemed his black hair has gotten darker and his green eyes had gotten lighter.

"You done checking me out?" He smirked, crossing his arms over his muscular chest.

"I hate you." I simply stated.

"Awe, baby. Now why you gotta say that?" He whispered, stepping closer to me.

"Don't touch me!" I warned him when he tried to touch my waist.

I turned and ran, ignoring the tears in my eyes. Out of the studio and onto the street. I heard Blake's shoes on the concrete behind me.

"Chloe! Wait!" He yelled, I only pushed myself to run faster.

'Why is he back? Why did he come back now? My life was just becoming normal! I was about to make it big!'

My thoughts were full of questions, I didn't seem to realize that I was in the middle of the road and an 18 wheeler was headed towards me.

"Move!" A voice called, before the impact of a body pushed me to the side of the road. "Are you okay?" A deep voice asked.

I couldn't speak. Let alone let go of my savior. His arms were wrapped tightly around my waist, my arms locked around his neck.

"I- i," I tried. "W- w," I couldn't speak at all.

"Sh. Let's go back to the studio." Blake said.

"No! Don't touch me." I yelled

"I just saved you and that's how you thank me?!" Blake exclaimed.

"I said.. I'm going to go back to the studio and get this over with as fast as I can."

"You mean we, right?" He asked.

"I meant what I said. There is no we anymore. There was no we the second you left." I told him, shoving him off of me and walking back to the studio.

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Blake's POV

"I meant what I said. There is no we anymore. There was no we the second you left." She snarled at me, pushing me off of her and walking back to my aunts studio.

"She's your aunt isn't she?" Chloe asked me accusingly

"Yeah..." I trailed off.

"I knew it! Fml." She said angrily

"Fml... really? Fuck your life isn't the best thing to say." I chuckled, "Besides, what did I miss?"

"A whole lot of shit." She whispered.